Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1887-10-16


procured the wisp. When the wisp had
cleared out the pipe stem, and the bowl
was freshly filled, the torch was applied
and the weed burned like Rome, and this
Nero Ito the boys resumed his music,
while the blue clouds relied up against the
ceiling. He sung:
As Iwint walkin fur pleasure wan day,
/ met fair damSel an TO her did say
The gang laughed semi-respectfully.
ShaugneSsy changed his tune:
o I kissed her cOwld lips thousand times DER,
And called her my Dinah, fur she was no more.
The gang laughed less respectfully.
Shaugnessy went on:
In Jersey City where did well,
A butcher by lOOyed him well.
He coOrted me for many day,
But now from me he's gone away
There Is an alehOuse in that town
Where my love goes and sits him down.
He takes a strange girl on his knee
And tells To her what he once towld me.
This was too much for the gang and
the chorus of derisive laughter that greeted
the finish Of the last line caused Shaugh-
messy to Jump from his stool, rush towards
a corner, grab an old and empty musket
point it at Luke. who fell over a shoe box,
and ignobly received poke in the back,
while "Blubber," Curly" Diver" and
'Mel' made their escape into the street,
too quick for Buckley, who tried in vain
to intercept them.
Luke was lifted upon shoe box that lay
sideways, his arms tied behind him, while
his captOr began to lecture him for his mis-
deeds. Outside, the rest of the gang"
ClamOred for their chiefs release, but
Shaughuessy with his musket frightened
them of for good. Luke was now deprived
of all his garments, never dreaming Of the
punishment to be inflicted upon him. The
blacking brush and pot were brought into
reqUisitiOn, and Shaughnessy proceeded to
paint Luke black from head to tOOt-Luke
who had often painted the village red.
When the backing job was over, and Luke
sullenly had donned his garments, he was
allowed to 20, with several preCepts from
Sbaughnessy and threats of retaliation
from himself
1t was after 10 o'clock when the black
eued boy entered his mothers kitchen.
The old woman had not yet gone to bed.
She was piously reCiting a litany, when
hearing the door open, she turned to be-
"Ocb, God between us snd harrum?"
shrieked old Mrs. COnnOrs, falling PROSTATE
ON the floor.
''Go way wild yen'
go way wild yer
God between us and harrum" she kept
on.
"Shure it's me, moother," said Luke,
approaching her and explaining as best he
could.
"Och, shure, / thought you was black
uagur. How in the pame q mercy did
they COON ter do that ter me by"
Luke's story in reply was q narrative
that, if it did not tally exactly with the
facts in the case, aroused his mothers sym
pathy to the highest pitch, and with that
maternal concern which is frequently a cog
in the wheel of hOyish inclinatiOns, but a
source of recollective joy in after years,
good Mrs. Commons prepared the soap and
water, and Luke was soon born white
man again. Z. +. BURNS.
The Gang In Billy Smlthers' Big Dog
House.
Autumn leaves, whitening and sere, had
fallen upon POtatoyille. Squash and
pumpkins, hidden during the summer
months beneath the big-leaved vines and
bells of gold, were now exposed to view in
all their yellow splendor. Apples, which
were scarce in this memorial year, had
been carefully picked by hand and the
clustered grapes gathered from their trel'
Used retreats.
The moon looked especially bright and
chaste now and flung reflections OF thu
bare-armed trees along stOne-wall, field
and garden On the night of which
write, its beams looked like long lines %
gOssamer silver, and to the gang gathered
in Billy Smiths dog they seemed
the measureless strings of far-away kits
that swung serenely against the farthes
wall Of the sky.
Smiths doghouse was large one. i
WAS said that old Billy used to keep dos
rs big as anSk to guard his orchard. anC
the ladies never questioned the truth o
the tradition. Aud As Luke ConnOrs de
clared that all dogs in Ireland were a
least rs big rs a COW, the tradition Was &C
cepted as a fact.
TELL us a story, Luke" said Curley
Parker, who might be called the second il
leadership.
Eyes, do, Luke" chOrused the rest Of
the gang.
Luke needed no second invitation
Bracing himself against side of the dog
house and tucking his feet under the wal
nut and oak leaves with which the foo
was carpeted, shut his eyes, lowered hi
bead upon his breast and and began to
think. Altar a moment or two haC
elapsed, he pulled his woolen cap dowr
over his ears and started in:
"Wause there was a man who left homt
to seek his forchun, an wint walkin' alOn:
until he KEN to big eshtate belongin' Il
q fine gentleman who was dead. As h,
was poorly tOired an had no place to 60
an it was noight time, he thought b
ould 90 into the house and warrum him
sep. as il was cold as ice. But a maj
shtopped him as he was goin' in an toll
him the house WAS haunted, an that amy
BODY who would shtay there all nOigh
could own the eshtats. He wasn't afroid
he said, an would thry his look.
",Twas foine eshtate, yer know, an
wurruth millions of pounds. Now, say
the man, 'whin you are gOin' in yell NEE
an ould woman, who'll axe ye ter give he
a thread o. lOife to sew the garmints
heaven. She is a fairy, an yer wont te
ploock hair fun year reight eyebrow an
give it to her, saying at the same tonne
Shqueeze Mother Belt.
$50 the man whit oop the walk, an
ioost as he was goin' in the front dure b
saw the ould woman, and she ahxed hin
fur the thread O. loife to sew the garmint
O. heaven. An he ploOcked hair frun
| his roight eyebrow an gey to her, soyin'
{ at the same tonne, Shqueeze Mother Belt
) An the ould woman, who was fairy, We
: know, sold: You're good man; take thi
: belt an put it on yer, an if yer want amy
, thing or if anybody thries ter hurrit yer
jOOsht say, ShQueeze Mother Belt, an
= yen get it an they can't harrum YER
g AN he put on the belt an whit inter